Тональность: A minor•
Verse 1
Dm
F
Am
Check me out right here yo
Verse 2
Am
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
You can turn the track up
Dm
Am
a little bit for me
F
Am
C
Am
But as long as it's here
then we might as well shine together
F
Am
C
Am
All up in my ears
Better now than never,
F
business before pleasure
Em
The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud
C
P. Diddy and the Fam,
Am
who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
YEAH!
F
So when you hear somethin,
make sure you hear it right
Em
Don't make a ass outta yourself,
by assumin
C
YEAH! Now the mic is lower,
Our music keeps you movin,
what are you provin?
F
Turn that shit all the way up, yeah
You know that I'm two levels
C
Music's gettin louder
Am
Hug me baby, I'ma make
you love me baby
This shit is hot!
Talkin crazy, ain't gon' get
you nuthin but choked
F
Uh- huh, uh- huh, uh- huh
And that jealousy is only
Em
gonna leave you broke
C
So the only thing left now is
Am
God for these cats
It's all fucked up now
And BIG you know you
too hard for these cats
F
I'ma win cause I'm too
smart for these cats
Em
While they makin up facts
C
(uhh) you rakin up plaques
Verse 3
Am
In The Commision, you ask for
permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit
him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murder
Am
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
Em
C
The son of Satan,
they say my killing's too blatant
I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam' destiny
F
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Am
C
Francis, M to the iz- H phenominal
Am
Gun rest under your vest
by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
F
And I kick a few flows so I can
pimp a few hoes
Em
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Am
leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights,
I perform like Mike
Anyone - - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
F
Em
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
C
And I'm, quick to bust,
Am
if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
F
Two auto- matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Am
Em
Militant, y'all faggots ain't
Am
Ooops Cristal keep spillin
shit; you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you
shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
F
The most shady, Frankie baby,
fantastic
Am
Graphic, tryin to make dough,
Em
C
like Jurassic
Am
Park did quick to spark kids
who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
Verse 4
F
Am
We got the real live shit from
Em
C
front to back
Am
To my people in the world,
where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
F
Where my niggaz is at?
Em
Where the fuck my bitches at?
C
Where my bitches is at?
Verse 5
Am
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world,
F
where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Em
Where my niggaz is at?
C
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Am
Where my bitches is at?
Verse 6
Put your money on the table
F
and get your math on
Em
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
C
See you later Dog, I'ma
There's a bed full of money
that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion
Em
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
C
Am
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P- D, rollin on your tape or CD
F
The girl- boy killa, no team illa
The Fam- o, ammo, is every channel
Em
We been hot for a long time
C
burnin like a candle
Am
What you can do is check
your distribution
Dm
My songs bump in Houston like
Am
Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is,
and you tell it how it might be
Verse 7
F
We got the shit, Mac tight,
Em
brass knuckles and flashlights
C
Am
The heaters in the two- seaters,
with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Am
Em
Matty broke the neck of your
Am
No respect squeeze off 'til
all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes,
until we finish
Venice took the loot,
escaped, in the Coupe
F
Break bread, with the 'Kiss,
Peniro, Sheek Luc'
Em
Black Rob joined the Mob,
C
it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up,
Am
with just Mase and 'em
Placin them in funerals,
criminals turned aroused
The Brick City,
nobody come off like P. Diddy
F
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman,
y'all just betray men
Em
C
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life,
of the Comission
Verse 8
Am
We got the real live shit
from front to back
F
To my people in the world,
Em
where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
C
Where my niggaz is at?
Am
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
Verse 9
Am
We got the real live shit from front to back
F
To my people in the world,
Am
where the fuck you at?
Em
Where my niggaz is at?
C
Where my niggaz is at?
Am
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
Verse 10
Am
Aiyyo, can you hear me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up,
F
nobody can hear me out there
Am
That's good, it's all fucked up now
Em
C
Y'all know it's all fucked up now right?
Am
What the fuck I'ma do now?
What I'ma do now?
Can y'all hear me out there?
Verse 11
F
We got the real live shit!
Am
Em
Can y'all hear me out there?
C
Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do
Verse 12
Am
It's all fucked up now. what
F
Am
I'ma do now, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all
Outro 1
fucked up now
Am
F
Am
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